Hopeful Wind

I dunno if I really like this title. About how the wind comes when everything is empty.

No sound echoes throughout this barren land;
My eyes wander, finding no one is here,
Up in the sky: a new moon, nothing grand...
I'm lost in the distance, for nothing's near.
Now all thoughts but the lonely ones are banned;
And there is nothing, not a thing to fear...
And yet there is nothing here that is planned,
So I cannot choose between tears and cheer.

But then the wind blows softly on my back,
Telling me I am not really alone,
Letting me see a small, hopeful flower.
There are many feelings here that I lack;
Less is missing now that the wind has blown;
I know now that the wind carries power.